I feel as if art is lost, as I try my best, I try hard. My words whether soft or loud, have no real sound. Friends say I was mean, yet no-one tells me the scene. Do you all even care at all? Or am I a nobody to yall. Just tell me one thing true, Why must you make me blue. No-one will understand, That's probably your plan, only care when i am strong, but when weak, skip along. Tell me the real truth, oh wait, you cant. You aren't there to care...